All Comments on 'He loves me, he loves me not'

plucked and fluttering like the lines

..but then I dropped it with

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And there are days when she shares his worries and problems with me.

..

there's more than one flower to ...pluck

Harry....(nice)

want not to wonder. TK U MLJ LV NV

he carries my panties in his pocket, that's a sure giveaway he's thinking about you.

ok, serious discussion about poetry, that was good, this not as good:

Every morning he reads the words I have left for him the night before.

And every morning he cares enough to send a few words back.

this plumb bad:

he stirs my very core with his raw lust.

allow me to look into his soul.

why, panties are stuff, words are kind of things, lust and soul really aren't, plus they are cliched

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